The album was very agressive. It kicks you right in the balls.
I thought I heard the dark pounding its head On a rock, crying: Who are the dead?
I can feel your body pressed against my body. When you start to poundin', love to feel you throbbin'.
By the time we arrived, as evening was approaching, I felt as sore as a rock must feel when the waterfall has pounded on it all day long.
Then someone started pounding on the door. And not a little "Hey, what's up?" pound. Like there was a big sale on door pounds down at the Pound Outlet. Buy one, get one free at Pounds-n-Stuff. --Being the Journal of Abby Normal
I love any excuse to work with a mortar and pestle.
